I was scrutinizing myself way to close to the mirror last night and was surprised to find a gray hair. This of course caused me to look even closer and I found another, then another. I saved them for a while and looked at them on different colored surfaces to see if in fact they were gray. I do have some very light hairs left over from my much blonder youth. After a difinitive diagnosis of most definitely gray, I named them Jacob, Daniel and Sarah. The kids were surprised to find out that they had gray hairs named after them, and were just slightly flattered and somewhat confused about their very young mother having gray hair. "Are you old mommy?", Sarah asks.
I am not sure how I feel about this new information. I find it ironic I discovered them so close to my next birthday. Be careful what you look for, you may find it! I have decided that there is really no need to look at myself in the mirror that closely again. I just don't need to find things anymore. I also have no desire whatsoever to become a slave to a hairsylist. I have lived this long without one and I don't intend on starting the hair coloring rollercoaster. It is an epidemic here in Utah and most of the hairstyles end up looking like something between a skunk and Cindy Lauper in the "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" video. I think Edward Scissorhands moved here after his movie debue and has been doing hair here under an assumed name ever since.
Other things happened this weekend too, but I think my gray hairs have trumped them all. Superficial? Maybe. But definitely noteworthy. I'll share the other stories later.
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